I can’t do it. I can’t. I gasp another lungful of air through a windpipe that feels like it’s shrunk to a small, scratchy straw. It feels like every muscle in my body is quivering, shaking, grasping for just enough tension to stay upright and push me forward one more step.
The Olympics have been great craic: cheering for Katie, drooling over the Dutch hockey team, Brazilian volleyball squad and USA footballers – all the while appreciating the sporting prowess, of course. There was one message that the British athletes kept trying to get across in their post-win interviews: anyone can do anything.